Sinbad Lyrics

Sinbad - Aystar

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I'm smoking on this bud

It's killing all me brain cells

I can't even lie

It's like 9:15 and I'm up smoking green

How the hell am I expecting this day to go well

But I make it go well

Great big rolled L

And now I'm with ya bitch in a great big hotel

Took a chase the other day that shit did not go well

I slipped past the whip

I didn't see much but what it looked

Like was the fed and me mate just both fell

These times he's wrestling with pigs

Flew back on a big 4 nif

Can't let me mate just go jail

Sitting there in police stations with no bail

Fuck that man burnt and left the place with no trail

Now we're in some foreign ends with Jake's on mans tail

I'm like yo

How ya bail ya whip?

But when he explained the sitch

You'd have probably done the same thing as well

It got messy

More action talk less g ye like to rest

He be talking to the feds

I got a younger that wants to leave chalk around some heads

If I tell you that it's beef and then you walk around you're dead

So don't slip

Quick 10 bags if I provide him a whip we'll get round and go rags

Leave him nothing but bags and toe tags

If he empties the clip out the .9 and leaves the clip with no mag then

Shit can get mad

You won't get about with a strap 'cause you're a shit bag

Me I let the clip go mad nigga I've been mad

I put man in a bin bag

Hit man in the hip in brooksides like I'm sinbad

Ha trust me shit can get mad

You won't get about with a strap you're a shitbag

Me I let the clip go mad

Hit man in the chest and leave his son with no dad

When I whip that aye

I'm gonna whip that

Nigga just sit back

Might be hanging out the window tryna give a man whiplash

If the 4 5th hits you in the face that's ya wig splashed

Black bike all ya seen was the kid dash

Black hood all ya seen was the kids mask

Two shots popped ya had to think fast

The kid who let the two shots pop

He made a drink fast

Now he's in the back of me whip countin' a big stack

A Big Mac is what I'm buying if one pops up

Then I might just pop up

Treat these niggas like a ten pound

Credit an let the Mac rip his top up

I heard he's got a crop up so I mopped up

Plus he owed me Doe but didn't cough up

So I sent the goons through his window

Look he's lucky that I didn't light the block up

I drove past about half an hour later seen that no

One was home so I sent the goons back to go an stock up

(Ye get me)

(Aye go and get that fucki'n equipment as well bro)